"Psycho" lyrics

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, what?)
Number one rule, haha
She gon' suck the dick from the back if I ask her
Rule number two, haha (Oh my god)
Um, I don't have a dick, hahaha (You heard it here first)

Bitch, I've been a fuckin' psycho since I was an infant
Kid's a fuckin' monster, I feel like I'm Ben 10
Niggas buggin' me, I don't fuck with you insects (Bitch)
Heard you don't want smoke, yeah, they're scared of the incense (Yeah, yeah)
Feelin' like I'm Tay-K, I'll turn you to past tense (Yeah)
All you pussy niggas, I swear this your last chance (What?)
I'm about my dollars, my niggas don't make sense (Brrt, huh?)
Been a fuckin' psycho since I was an infant (Yeah, ooh)

Okay like, Gucci on me, serpents on my collar, I don't fuck with snakes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stick on me, stick on, stick on me, like some fucking tape (Yes, yeah, what?)
Her favorite hoodie, 444 and camo, she thought it was Bape (Yeah, yeah, huh?)
Okay, her favorite kink, yeah, her favorite kink, she said it was rape
Yeah, you niggas is rats, remindin' me of 6ix9ine (Yeah)
Water my neck, remind me of a riptide
I tie her up, she lookin' cute in zip ties (Yeah)
Thick thighs, she gon' ride my dick like zip lines

I was saying, when are you gonna put me on a song?
Cause you keep—, you probably scared
Because you already know once I get on that
I'm taking all your clout

Some of you never got no pussy and it fuckin' shows (Some of you, yeah, bitch)
Wish a nigga would, he gon' have to find the dragon balls (Yeah, haha, um)
Posted on your girlfriends Snapchat suckin' toes (Uh, yeah)
Feelin' kind of cute, might rob your boyfriend, I don't know (Haha, ooh, yeah)
Wristband on me, runnin' shit like Fitbit
Hit it from the back, her spine it twists like Ripstik
Spit in her mouth and then I told her, "Drink, bitch" (Yeah)
Big drip got me feeling like a sink, bitch (Ayy)
Big stick on my body, got me lookin' like I'm hiking, ayy
I just caught a battery charge, shock 'em, boy, like lightning, uh
Blade on me like Meta Knight, get it right
Or get stabbed in the middle of the night, uh (Huh, ayy)
I got bars like a pedal bike, fight a dyke (Huh, huh)
Niggas talkin' shit like I won't shoot 'em right, uh
I like your bitch, ooh, I do (I like your bitch)
You talking shit, but who are you? (Yeah, ayy)
Ooh, you in my DMs? Oh, that's your BM?
Left him on read, like SuWoop, uh
I work magic, like voodoo, uh (Yeah)
Niggas watch me, like YouTube, huh (What?)
Make him disappear like Houdini, ayy
Now they try to find you like Blues Clues, uh

Bitch, I've been a fuckin' psycho since I was an infant
Kid's a fuckin' monster, I feel like I'm Ben 10
Niggas buggin' me, I don't fuck with you insects
Heard you don't want smoke, yeah, they're scared of the incense
Feelin' like I'm Tay-K, I'll turn you to past tense
All you pussy niggas, I swear this your last chance
I'm about my dollars, my niggas don't make sense
Been a fuckin' psycho since I was an infant (Look, uh, ayy)

Okay, now you should pray for me, all the police always chased me, huh (What? Bitch)
Five bands on these Robin jeans, these not Old Navy, uh (Bitch, bands, band, Robins)
My whip got no keys, I push to start it, like Lil Baby, uh (Vroom, nyoom)
I walk in the party with my pistol, it's off safety, wait (Ayy, ayy)
That's kind of dangerous, Joey
You might never see light of day again, Joey
I'm trapped in these bars with some pay-per-view (What?)
Holy shit, I didn't pay for the internet, brodie (Shit)
It might get cut off, suddenly, lights out (Fuck)
I be fuckin' on your bitch when it's nice out
Never talk shit nowadays, niggas type now
Gotta keep a cap lock 'case they wanna fight now (What?)
Bitch, then it's back to my case
I cannot fuck her if she don't have MySpace (What? Haha)
I'ma need to date her to fuck at fuckin' my place (Bitch, bitch)
I won't tell a thooter where I live, she get the highway (Yeah, leave now, bitch)
Bitch, been a fuckin' psycho since I was an infant (What? Bitch)
All my bitches is poppin', I never get limp dick
She gon' give me top, I said, "Swallow it, don't spit" (Ayy)
This ain't Harry Potter, I'm whippin' a whole pot (Pot)
Make it disappear, got my shit on the whole block (Pot, pot)
This a fuckin' Rolex, it never be on tock (Bitch, gang)
Twenty-thousand dollars, I bought me a whole clock, like, look (Gang, what?)
Bitches, uh, on me, uh (On me), I know, uh, I'm sorry, uh (I'm sorry)
I don't love you, baby, uh (I don't love you), I just want the toppy, uh (I just want the top)

Rule number five (Rule five, rule number five)
Never tell your kids that Santa Claus is a lie
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I grew up like, fuckin', I'm—I'm not even a kid (Why would, why would you, why would you lie to me?)
Where's my childhood? (Why would you fuckin' lie to me?)

Fucked up in the Audi with your bitch, she take her shirt off, uh (Ooh, ooh, ayy)
Me in that Benzo, all I do is fuckin' skrrt off, uh (Bitch, bitch, gang, gang)
I'm sorry I had to go off on y'all, haha, that's aggressive (Ooh, ooh, what? Yeah)
They say that I'm the best and all, huh, that offensive (Best, I'm the greatest)
My clothes is not from the mall at all, haha, they expensive (Not from the mall, designer)
These haters, I might just kill 'em all, yeah, sounds effective

I guess I'm gone, mm, look
I'm with your mom, mm, look
We at the mall, mm, look
Might spend it all